I Can’t Stop
I can’t stop thinking about the feel of your tongue entering my mouth, the feel of your hands grasping my hair, the feel of your palm stinging my cheek, the feel of your cock pounding the back of my throat, or the feel of your warm cum hitting my exposed skin.
I can’t stop thinking about the sound of your voice, the command of its tenor, the wonderful wet sounds our body connections make or the heavy breathing that you elicit just by being near.
I can’t stop thinking about the taste of your cock, how it mixes with me, how the saltiness of your skin leaves me craving the taste of more.
I can’t stop.
And I don’t want to.